And that’s it. We closed on our house.
We headed out to our closing on Friday (May 28th) morning, and were greeted by the closing agent and the seller’s agent. After a few minutes of chit-chat with the seller’s agent, she handed us our keys–since she had another closing to get to–and told us that the sellers left us a gift, but more on that later.
Next, our incredible loan officer, April, arrived. If it’s any indication on how much the mortgage industry has streamlined, this was the first time I ever met April. And only the third time I’d even heard her voice. Nearly all our correspondence was through e-mail. After interacting with someone for so long, it’s hard not to visualize what you think the person looks like. April looked nothing like what I thought she would, haha.
Finally, our real estate broker arrived and the signing was underway. People always warn, “Your hand is going to fall off…”. I signed my signature about 13 times, in all. And that’s all it took. The house was officially ours. The ‘American Dream’, if you will, finally realized. It was so great to have Parker there, just because later down the road, we’ll be able to tell him that he was right there with us.
We bid ‘adieu’ and headed over to our house, even though we wouldn’t be moving in for a couple hours. The seller’s agent said the previous owner cried as she signed the papers, and we took that as a sign that this house meant a lot to her. We rounded the corner onto our street and saw the ‘SOLD’ sign in the front yard. We opened the door and walked in. On the kitchen counter was a note from the sellers and a bottle of wine to enjoy on our first night.
The past week we’ve just spent moving in, getting everything ready and set up. The best feature has been the backyard. Parker loves it back there. He just thrives so much being able to be outside more often, playing with sticks and grass, watching Cookie…it’s been great. Parker has also started taking his first steps. I guess he just needed a house.
The day, though, was bittersweet. My Nana, who had been sick since this past fall, died that night. It was something we had expected for a little while, but still hurt so incredibly bad. She was an absolutely incredible woman, and besides her obituary, her hometown newspapers published both an article and an editorial on her passing. She was beloved by everyone in her hometown and certainly by her family.
We went down for the Memorial Day Parade on Monday and, fittingly, Nana lay at a funeral home on the parade route, presiding over the parade she hadn’t missed in her 82 years. Her funeral was on Wednesday and was very beautiful. The outpouring of support from the town was incredible. It was great to spend time with my family. We will press on. It’s what Nana wants for us. She got to spend nearly 30 years on Earth with her grandchildren, and I am so incredibly happy she was able to meet Parker before she died. I know he–and all her grandchildren–brought so much joy into her life.
We love you and miss you, Nana.
But now, I’m back to work, but summer has started and I look forward to working around the house and playing with Parker.